A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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── # 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 , 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ↳ ' another one bites the dust '
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❝ so they were watching us, ❞
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ;( RUNAWAY aurora )
The thumping of foots steps were all that was heard as clouds of dust swirled around their ankles. Thirteen boys and two girls, their faces grim, had turned their backs on the now false sanctuary of the Glade and blindly ran into the Maze. It was less terrifying during the day but still terrifying nonetheless. The thought of the Grievers only coming out at night was the only thing keeping them calm as the jogged through twists and turns.
Madylin anxiously trailed behind the others, clutching her arm in pain as she tried to push back her thoughts. Memories flickered – the cold, the fear, the metallic screech of the Griever that had chased her and Thomas – and she clenched her teeth, trying to push them away. Her gaze darted to Thomas, his brow furrowed with concern as he scanned the group. When his eyes met hers, she quickly looked away, a blush warming her cheeks.
You okay?
Thomas's voice rang through her head causing her to jump a little in surprise. She forced a nod, trying to appear unaffected, but his eyes lingered, knowing she was lying. He slowed his pace and drifted back to her side. "You don't look fine," he murmured, his eyes locking onto the dark, branching veins that were creeping from under her sleeve on her wrist.
"Stop worrying," she retorted, managing a weak smile that did little to mask the pain gnawing at her.
Thomas's frown deepened. "You're not fooling anyone." He didn't need to point out her arm, the evidence was clear. Her heart skipped a beat and she tugged at her sleeve, attempting to hide the mark, though it was becoming impossible.
He studied her, concern flickering in his warm brown eyes. "Stay close, alright?" he insisted, glancing up at the rest of the group.
Madylin nodded and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to push through the discomfort. "Can I ask you something?"
"Always."
"What were we?" She was curious if he had remembered the same things she had about them.
His brow furrowed, the question throwing him off balance. He didn't have all the answers. The truth was, Thomas didn't fully remember everything either. Memories of their time working for WICKED came back in fragments during the Changing, and he wasn't sure what was real or not. But there was one thing he did know - she had always been by his side. "I think we were together for a bit before," he admitted, his jaw tightening. "Maybe that's why you feel so familiar. Why I always want to be near you... to protect you."
